Monday, March 29, 2010

Paranoia

How far do we go
Before we fall down the dark abyss we create
In the lightness of our thoughts?

2 comments:

aHistorianWannabe said...

Abyss, sweetly descend


The quicksands of time

slowly devours all

struggle and the descent

gains it pace

Neck deep in it all

simply allow it to happen

there is no rescue

accept the fate

with a smile

rather than a curse

because there is

nothing worse than

a whiner.

aHistorianWannabe said...

Above is by Samael Wolf